Sh!t you don’t need to know about me

A Momma’s view posted thirty-five questions and invited anyone to participate.  Or not. Don’t get nervous!  It’s fine if you have a stick up your arse and reject the opportunity to answer the strangest list of questions ever compiled in the history of blogging.

It’s not like she knows where you live.  Or like she’s going to find you in your bed, slit your throat and eat your liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti…Or will she?

Besides, I’m at work and just submitted my first MBA assignment, so why the hell not? Continue reading